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Tapas, cocktails and cackling

My weekend started with a blow dry and ended with copious amounts of cava and cake at my niece’s birthday tea. There was also a mad Challenge Anneka-style taxi ride to rescue English Mum who was stuck in the middle of some road works somewhere in the City with me yelling ‘Stop’ in three different black cabs in the space of an hour, one of which only took me round the block and charged £3 for the privilege.

Most importantly I enjoyed endless cackling with my dear blogging friends at Cybermummy and afterwards over various cocktails – the champagne with mint was particularly good – at a tapas bar near Old Street, finishing up in total hysteria near to St Paul’s .